Trap Queen

I'm like, "hey, what's up? Hello"

Seen your pretty ass soon as you stepped in that door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

Got 50, 60 grand, five one hundred grams though

Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

In love with the money, I ain't ever letting go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah-ahh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah-ahh

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I'm like "hey, what's up? Hello"

I know that you saw me soon as I walked in the door

Say you wanna chill, tell me what you wanna know

Married to the money I can feel you want it though

Maybe we can get up out this spot and head home

I'll be your trap queen if you get rid of them hoes

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We can set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

Every time I ride you know I never ride slow

Yeah I know you love it when you watch me get low

Tell me how you want it, I ain't never saying no

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though

In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah-ahh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah-ahh

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting pie with me baby, yeah-ahh

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with me baby, yeah-ahh

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with me baby, yeah-ahh